Post by PreciousLittleGirl on Feb 19, 2007 5:59:31 GMT -5
Not written by me. Post your thoughts in case the writer joins someday? 
Title: Arrival
Rating: G
Pairing: slight Wendy/Jennifer and Diana/Meg
Summary: She wanted to see what Jennifer's first arrival at the orphanage was like.
Jennifer shivered slightly as she followed Wendy toward the large, menacing mansion that dominated the clearing in the Strange Hill woods. March this year had been particularly chilly, but her trembling hands and knocking knees were more due to her anxiety over moving into the orphanage and away from Gregory than the biting wind. She wondered what the other children at Rose Garden would be like. What sort of games would they want to play? How many boys were there and how many girls? Where did they all sleep? What was it like to live with a bunch of other children? Would Gregory be alright now that she’d left?
Shaking her head at the last thought, she refocused her eyes on her best friend’s back; she hoped the orphans were all as kind and selfless as Wendy. Maybe they could all play princes and princesses together once she got settled. The little blonde herself appeared rather confident, striding ahead at a rapid pace Jennifer had trouble matching, especially now that she was finally back into a dress and out of the boy’s attire she’d donned during her stay at the Gingerbread House.
“This is going to be splendid, Jennifer!” Wendy assured her as they reached the black iron gates and pulled them open with a disconcerting groan, “I just know everyone is going to love you as much as I do.” Pausing for a moment then, a dark expression flickered across the Princess’s face before she composed herself and grinned at her friend.
“I hope so,” the brunette replied, not quite so enthusiastic.
The grounds of the orphanage were rather expansive, but once inside the garden walls, it was only a short walk to the door. Glancing upward, Jennifer thought she made out the shape of girl, leaning against the railing of a balcony and staring off sadly into the sky. The girl slowly looked down, seemingly uninterested, and languidly turned to re-enter the house.
How odd, Jennifer thought as she followed Wendy into the building, where she immediately tripped over a train set sprawled across the floor and tumbled into the middle of a makeshift swordfight.
“Hey! Watch it!” snapped the taller boy, whose clothes seemed far too big for him.
“Yeah! We’re trying to duel!” added his stout companion, who appeared to have the opposite problem with his garments.
“My trains!” cried the sickly looking creature on the floor that Jennifer assumed was a boy, “Say you’re sorry!”
“Sorry,” she mumbled as Wendy grabbed her arm and dragging her from the entrance hall. Instead of leading her toward the headmaster’s office, however, Wendy hauled her up a flight of stairs and into a large room full of bunk-beds.
“Well, that’s too bad then,” the tall, beautiful red-head armed with a broom was saying to a much shorter girl in glasses, “I don’t suppose we can be friends anymore.”
“But…” the blonde with the glasses and vest began, before expelling a sigh, “all right. What does Mr. Hoffman want you to write the report about?”
Without a second glance, Wendy continued through the room and exited into a different hallway, where Jennifer was almost bowled over by a panting heavy-set girl in a pink dress. Somewhat frightened, she edged away from the direction the girl had gone and closer to her friend, who was still purposefully making her way down the corridor.
Somewhere off to Jennifer’s right, a shrill wailing suddenly commenced, causing her to jump and clutch a hand over her chest. However, once the they rounded the corner, all that met their eyes was a little girl about four years old throwing a tantrum on the carpet while a slightly older lass with reddish brown braids and an Irish brogue vainly attempted to comfort her. Yet even this scene failed to slow Wendy as she all but shoved Jennifer into one of the doors nearby.
“This,” the blonde began, her voice quiet in order to instill awe, “is my room. The others sleep in the dormitory, but this is all mine.”
“Wow…” Jennifer breathed, examining the brightly decorated room. There were two beds here, and pleasant wallpaper (covered in some places by drawings she recognized to be in her best friend’s style), and a dresser, and…
“Wendy!” someone called from the doorway, and the two girls spun around to lay eyes on a surprised looking young woman with shoulder-length hair. She could have been the red-head’s older sister. Jennifer wondered if she was.
“Yes, Clara?” Suddenly, the blonde sounded meek.
“Who is this you’ve brought with you?”
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Title: Arrival
Rating: G
Pairing: slight Wendy/Jennifer and Diana/Meg
Summary: She wanted to see what Jennifer's first arrival at the orphanage was like.
Jennifer shivered slightly as she followed Wendy toward the large, menacing mansion that dominated the clearing in the Strange Hill woods. March this year had been particularly chilly, but her trembling hands and knocking knees were more due to her anxiety over moving into the orphanage and away from Gregory than the biting wind. She wondered what the other children at Rose Garden would be like. What sort of games would they want to play? How many boys were there and how many girls? Where did they all sleep? What was it like to live with a bunch of other children? Would Gregory be alright now that she’d left?
Shaking her head at the last thought, she refocused her eyes on her best friend’s back; she hoped the orphans were all as kind and selfless as Wendy. Maybe they could all play princes and princesses together once she got settled. The little blonde herself appeared rather confident, striding ahead at a rapid pace Jennifer had trouble matching, especially now that she was finally back into a dress and out of the boy’s attire she’d donned during her stay at the Gingerbread House.
“This is going to be splendid, Jennifer!” Wendy assured her as they reached the black iron gates and pulled them open with a disconcerting groan, “I just know everyone is going to love you as much as I do.” Pausing for a moment then, a dark expression flickered across the Princess’s face before she composed herself and grinned at her friend.
“I hope so,” the brunette replied, not quite so enthusiastic.
The grounds of the orphanage were rather expansive, but once inside the garden walls, it was only a short walk to the door. Glancing upward, Jennifer thought she made out the shape of girl, leaning against the railing of a balcony and staring off sadly into the sky. The girl slowly looked down, seemingly uninterested, and languidly turned to re-enter the house.
How odd, Jennifer thought as she followed Wendy into the building, where she immediately tripped over a train set sprawled across the floor and tumbled into the middle of a makeshift swordfight.
“Hey! Watch it!” snapped the taller boy, whose clothes seemed far too big for him.
“Yeah! We’re trying to duel!” added his stout companion, who appeared to have the opposite problem with his garments.
“My trains!” cried the sickly looking creature on the floor that Jennifer assumed was a boy, “Say you’re sorry!”
“Sorry,” she mumbled as Wendy grabbed her arm and dragging her from the entrance hall. Instead of leading her toward the headmaster’s office, however, Wendy hauled her up a flight of stairs and into a large room full of bunk-beds.
“Well, that’s too bad then,” the tall, beautiful red-head armed with a broom was saying to a much shorter girl in glasses, “I don’t suppose we can be friends anymore.”
“But…” the blonde with the glasses and vest began, before expelling a sigh, “all right. What does Mr. Hoffman want you to write the report about?”
Without a second glance, Wendy continued through the room and exited into a different hallway, where Jennifer was almost bowled over by a panting heavy-set girl in a pink dress. Somewhat frightened, she edged away from the direction the girl had gone and closer to her friend, who was still purposefully making her way down the corridor.
Somewhere off to Jennifer’s right, a shrill wailing suddenly commenced, causing her to jump and clutch a hand over her chest. However, once the they rounded the corner, all that met their eyes was a little girl about four years old throwing a tantrum on the carpet while a slightly older lass with reddish brown braids and an Irish brogue vainly attempted to comfort her. Yet even this scene failed to slow Wendy as she all but shoved Jennifer into one of the doors nearby.
“This,” the blonde began, her voice quiet in order to instill awe, “is my room. The others sleep in the dormitory, but this is all mine.”
“Wow…” Jennifer breathed, examining the brightly decorated room. There were two beds here, and pleasant wallpaper (covered in some places by drawings she recognized to be in her best friend’s style), and a dresser, and…
“Wendy!” someone called from the doorway, and the two girls spun around to lay eyes on a surprised looking young woman with shoulder-length hair. She could have been the red-head’s older sister. Jennifer wondered if she was.
“Yes, Clara?” Suddenly, the blonde sounded meek.
“Who is this you’ve brought with you?”
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